@esmereldaknits.bsky.social

Knitter. Reader. Learner. EPL fan.

It’s helpful for me to remember that a lot of discourse boils down to I’m really struggling or afraid or angry and don’t politically know what to do to stop it but I won’t just say that.

"i asked chatgpt" yeah well i went to the doctor, i went to the mountains, i looked to the children, i drank from the fountains there's more than one answer to these questions pointing me in a crooked line and the less I seek my source for some definitive closer I am to fine

Hi everyone I was denied entry, detained, and deported from the USA over the last 48 hours because of my reporting on the Columbia student protests I arrived back in Melbourne hours ago and had my phone handed back to me upon landing

“A deranged maniac impersonated a police officer and killed lawmakers but if you’re an immigrant be sure you immediately comply with plain clothes people who won’t identify themselves telling you to get in a van”, what a fuckin country

Grateful to @prisonculture.bsky.social and @mskellymhayes.bsky.social for sharing this now. “Violence” is an eminently flexible term and its operational definition is dependent on who’s deploying it.

Puff the Magic Hater@mskellymhayes.bsky.social · last yr.

@prisonculture.bsky.social and I have been encouraging people to read chapter six of our book, Let This Radicalize You, which deals with the question of "violence" in social movements. We have decided to share the chapter publicly, to offer some context and grounding for the current conversation.

I wrote "The Trial" on June 11, 2021, the day Darnell's Frazier—an 18 year old Black girl— received an honorary Pulitzer Prize for her video of George Floyd being murdered by those cops. Today, though, I share it because I’m struck by how it applies to Tyre Nichols as well.

The Trial 

I don’t watch the video
but can feel it playing

on a loop in a room miles
away from where he keeps

dying behind my eyes. All
I have left are tiny twitches,

small choices. “Please,” I beg
alone in the box of my dark, 

“I don’t want to hurt that way
today. I already hurt that way

yesterday. Please don’t kill him
again.” No one listens when

I talk myself in circles, not 
even me. When I hurt like this,

I’m just someone’s redaction,
a slur the other slurs prefer

not to say, used and useless
while the video plays me, 

rewinds to unwind me, records
over an old innocent video

of me breathing. This video 
has got me against the wall

or by the throat or on my back
or— oh, who cares? Even

my exhaustion is tired. Just
pick a position, pick a “reason.”

And if it doesn’t kill me the way
you prefer, try again tomorrow.

World Central Kitchen has run out of food to serve in Gaza. Its bakery ("recently the last working bakery in Gaza") is out of flour. There are 100,000+ tons of food in staging areas within driving distance of Gaza, and Israel refuses to let them in wck.org/news/gaza-up...

World Central Kitchen | WCK Forced to Halt Cooking in Gaza as Supplies Run Out

After serving more than 130 million total meals and 26 million loaves of bread over the past 18 months, World Central Kitchen no longer has the supplies to cook meals or bake bread in Gaza.

wck.org

I’ve spent the last 2 weeks with #Andor S2 scores as my workday soundtrack. Today, I decided to really branch out & listen to S1 scores again. How could I have forgotten that “My Name is Kino Loy” makes me well up with emotion & gives me chills? The music of Andor, both seasons, is so, so good.